“Memory is a delay. Memory is a fragment. Memory is of the body that passed. Memory is the trace of a wave goodbye made with a slightly clenched fist. ”
Press Statement from NewBloodArt:
"What is the true substance of a memory? William Hughes bases his practice around answering this impossible question. Hughes shows that remembering – like creating art – might just be the same thing, a constant practice of creation and reworking. His pieces have textural exteriors that betray a process at work in their depths; old photographs resurface, materials are lost, decayed and found, or an old biscuit tin rusts into abstraction. Select pieces were worked on in collaboration with his grandfather, using ephemera and tools that have deeply personal meanings. Yet between the watery acrylics, reclaimed furniture, and weathered fabrics, viewers are taken through the mists of their own introspective journeys."